Peter's Breakup Present

I woke up one morning and knew without a doubt that this was the end of my
relationship with Peter. He had been my boyfriend for most of high school,
we had grown up together, and he had been so much a part of me that I'd
never really thought about leaving him. But during the past year we had
grown apart, him settling down in a small town life, set to start working
with his dad in the family business. Whereas I had applied to fourteen
different colleges, got in to twelve of them and now had to make a decision. Go to the local college - academically fair, but boring as our town - or
leave for real. And when it came to the crunch it wasn't even a difficult decision. I was already on my way to California. I was eighteen, and nothing could stop me.
Breaking up wasn't easy, but I had noticed Peter giving a couple of local girls the eye every now and then, and knew he'd get over it quick enough. It was nice, not parting with a big bang. We had learned a lot from each other, including physical stuff like kissing and some petting, but I was still a virgin and so, to my knowledge, was he. So I thought he'd deserved a present for putting up with me for those years. It had been my decision not to fuck him, because in a small town - if you fucked your boyfriend, everyone knew. Now I was leaving it didn't matter, though. I intended to fuck a lot of guys from now on.
I hadn't missed not having sex so far too much, because after all there was a lot you could do on your own. I'd even bought a dildo on a school trip to Chicago, sneaking off one evening and choosing one after how many fingers I could get into my pussy while masturbating, which was basically two, and that took some doing. So the one I chose was short and a little over an inch thick, and while I loved playing with it (before, it had been a question of searching around the house for a new thing to try) it had not prepared me for the real thing.
When the day before I was to leave for college arrived I had it all planned.
My parents were out for the day looking at farms - my dad was retiring at
the end of the year and they wanted to live out in the country - and I called Peter and told him to come over.
"I've got something for you, sweetie."
He didn't waste any time, perhaps he thought I had changed my mind about going, and anyway as our houses were only a hundred yards or so apart on the same street it took him less than five minutes to walk over. I saw him arrive from the kitchen window and went to open the door, thinking that having this hunky boyfriend for so long and NOT having sex with him was really a waste. I had just showered and dried my hair, I wore no makeup except some waterproof mascara and a lot of deep cherry red lipstick which I normally never wore.
My whole body was smooth and silky, including my pussy lips under my blonde little bush that I left on for gym showers and so on, and as I opened the door I smiled as Peter's jaw dropped. Well, I was wearing a pair of black high heeled pumps. Nothing else.
To give Peter credit, it didn't take him long to recover. He was grinning when I took his hand and pulled him inside, and even before the door closed he was kissing me. And boy, he was a great kisser. For many weeks and months now my Saturday nights had always been the same: out with Peter, some kissing in his car in the driveway, me staggering inside absolutely insane with arousal and sometimes having an orgasm while walking upstairs, without having to do anything. Once inside the safetly of my room, with the door locked, I invariably stripped naked, and taking care to be as silent as possible I caressed myself to another orgasm, always thinking up some new position to practise, or some new addition to my now essential little dildo. I had a stash of suitably shaped household utensils (like a spatula with a nicely rounded handle, a couple of candles in different lengths, some marker pens with their caps glued shut) in a drawer, and put them to good use. I had trained myself in sucking the dildo too, working up the muscles in my jaw so that I could suck for a long time without getting tired. Once I had a rigorous training regime that consisted of me not being allowed to touch my clit, nor come without the dildo in my mouth, for a month. So I was pretty well trained, considering I was still a virgin. Technically.
But back to the present. Peter's present. He kissed me and let his hands roam freely over my naked body, knowing without being told (he wasn't exactly stupid) that everything was allowed. I gasped in delight as his hands closed firmly over my naked buttocks and though I had showered just five minutes ago I could feel the moisture between my pussy lips. I was so easily wet nowadays. Peter pulled back his head so that our lips parted for a moment and asked, sounding unlike himself.
"Walk up and down so I can see you properly."
I smiled and obeyed, parading down the hall and into the living room, where I had drawn the curtains earlier on. We had some new leather sofas that were just right for a little naughtiness. Peter followed me and said, sounding stern and hoarse.
"And twirl. Beautiful - God, I've waited too long for this." I stopped in front of the low living room table and looked at him.
"Me too. Want to fuck?"
"Oh yes. Come here."
He sat down in a big leather armchair and leaned back, somehow sensing that in spite of my boldness, he was very much in charge. I approached warily and gasped as he unzipped his jeans and took out his cock - I had never seen anything so big. It dwarfed my little dildo by several inches in length and at least two in width, and as Peter ran his hand up and down the shaft it continued to grow. I moaned.
"Peter, it's huge! Can I change my mind?"
He smiled and asked silkily.
"Do you want to?"
I bit my lip and shook my head, feeling my pussy lips swelling as I stopped in front of him. He looked at me, not smiling anymore.
"Get down on your knees. Here, use this pillow."
My hands trembled as I placed the pillow by his feet and kneeled down in front of him, my face ending up just level with his cock. Seen this close it looked intimidating to say the least and I shivered.
"Wow. Let me feel it."
He took his hand away and I leaned in, taking the length of it in my hand
and sliding my fingers up and down the shaft. Peter groaned and I sensed a
power shift again - I could do whatever I wanted with him. Smiling briefly,
I decided to taste it and found it salty and pleasant, and after a couple of experimental licks that caused him acute discomfort I paused and looked up at him.
"Want me to suck it?"
He opened his eyes and in reply just put his hand behind my head and brought my lips down towards his cock, and I opened my mouth wider than at the dentist as I felt the meat slide in, smudging my lipstick and pressing against the back of my mouth. Desparate not to gag, I swallowed frantically, and could hear Peter groaning again and again. His hand guided me to take more of it in my mouth than I thought possible, and then as the pressure eased I slid the long hard cock out of my mouth until only the head was inside. He pressed hard again and I opened my mouth wider again, feeling my mouth invaded, and amazed at how much of it I could swallow. And I also found I liked it.
This was really a surprise - my sessions with the dildo, though frequent and thorough, had only been part of my self imposed regime and not really enjoyable. But apparently all that training had paid off - I got wetter and wetter at the unbelievable sensation of his cock sliding in and out of me, even if it was my mouth and not yet my pussy. Soon I was finding the rhythm that kept him gasping for air, groaning and clutching my hair, and before I knew it he was shouting and thrusting into my mouth and I felt a huge warm shower of cum filling my mouth. I had to swallow again so as not to choke, and after what seemed like a pint or so I licked him off thoroughly and reluctantly let all of his cock slide out of my mouth.
Peter was sweating and panting, but smiled at me, keeping a handful of my hair in his fist and saying, as soon as he had got his breath back.
"That was fantastic, Annie. You suck like a pro. Was that really your first time?"
I pouted and blushed, but told him.
"Yeah, for real - but I've trained a bit on my own."
He wiped the sweat off his forehead and helped me up so I was standing in front of him.
"What with?"
I squirmed and he laughed.
"Come on, Annie, you're obviously not the little innocent you've been acting. What with?"
"Okay, okay - I bought a little dildo."
"You did? Good girl. Where is it?"
"Upstairs."
"Well, go and get it while I get my breath back."
I stared at him and he frowned.
"What are you waiting for? Want me to give you a pat on the ass to make up your mind?" That made me turn and almost run up the stairs - Peter had always been fond
of giving me a hearty slap on the ass at every opportunity. It turned me on like nothing else, but it also stung even through jeans, and now I was butt naked. As soon as I could I returned downstairs with the dildo in my hand, and saw he was up and had zipped his jeans again. He met me by the sofa and we kissed deeply, and he laughed as he saw the little black rubber dildo in my hand.
"Not very big, is it? Come here, baby."
He took my hand and led me to the big black sofa, and sat down on the table top.
"See, this isn't over just because I came. Lie down on your back." I did as he said, it felt like the only thing to do, and he looked down on
me with a smile.
"Boy, you have a beautiful body. Love your hairdo." I was past blushing now, and too much in heat to be embarrassed, so I just gave him a lazy smile and lifted my right leg up over the back of the sofa, revealing my pink, round, perfectly shaved pussy lips with the crack between them glistening wet. Peter sighed.
"Oh yes. Show me how you make yourself come."
That wasn't exactly hard - I would have come in a minute anyway, even without any touch. Now I just slid the head of the dildo in between my pussy lips, running it lightly up and down from clit to entrance and back, and in less than a minute I tensed and arched my back, taken so much by surprise that I moaned and gasped and trembled wildly though I was used to keeping it down. The pleasure was short and sharp and left me hungry for more - I opened my eyes to find Peter watching me with a smile on his lips and his hand over his crotch.
"Beautiful, Annie - you woke my cock again just by doing that. I think I'm going to taste you too."
And before I could even regain full control of my senses after the orgasm he had taken me by the ankles and pulled me towards him, parting my thighs and diving down between them like he had practised too. His tongue found my clit and started to flick back and forth over it, insistently and quickly, making it impossible for me to do anything else but let myself go again. My second orgasm came only a minute after the first and was more intense, longer and extremely pleasurable. I had to scream as I shook in ecstasy, Peter's tongue never missing a beat, not stopping until I was well on my way down from seventh heaven again. He wiped his face on his sleeve and sat down in the other end of the big sofa, waiting for me to look at him before saying.
"You're magnificent. And you taste good."
"So do you."
"Where's that dildo? I want to see if you have done this at home." I felt around for the black rubber shaft and handed it to him, he got up and
walked to the bathroom, coming back with the head of the dildo entirely covered in white cream. I watched him come, not knowing what he was going to do. He smiled at my blank expression.
"So, you have a bit of innocence left after all... Get up." I did so, on trembling legs, and faced him. He smiled a devilish smile and
showed me the now slippery dildo.
"I'm going to put this up your ass."
I nearly jumped and my eyes widened - this I had never thought of. Sure, I had caressed myself around my anus too, and enjoyed the sensation, but putting my dildo inside had never even occurred to me.
"You're what?"
He chuckled and pointed towards the sofa.
"Get behind that arm and lean over it."
I just stared at him and sure enough, he reached over and gave me a pretty hard slap on the ass. It stung, and I jumped, moving automatically towards the sofa.
"Ow!"
"There's more of that if you're going to be difficult. Bend over it." Seeing no way out and feeling a surge of new arousal inside me, I hesitantly
did as he said and tried to peer over my shoulder to see what was going on. I could feel everything - he came up behind me, pressed me down so my ass was high in the air and moved my legs a bit apart using his foot.
Then I felt a cool, slippery object between my ass cheeks, felt it press insistently against my anus and then before I had time to tense up it slipped inside and was rammed up in its entire length. I gasped and screamed, from pleasure and pain and all kinds of different sensations, and promptly recieved a stinging slap on my other buttock.
"Shut up - it went just as it should. Keep still."
I caught my breath and in a little while the pain receded, and I felt the dildo start to slide out. Peter pushed it in again, making me gasp, but there was definitely more of a thrill than real agony now. He leaned over me and I could feel the bulge in his jeans, and he whispered in my ear.
"What do you think of your new toy?"
I couldn't reply and he retaliated by pushing the dildo deep up me again, and I moaned and felt another orgasm building. Peter laughed as he felt me writhe, and asked again.
"Tell me, what do you think? Don't you like it? I have a bigger one in my jeans..."
That snapped me to attention, all right, and I gasped breathlessly.
"This one's fine - ow! - yes, really, Peter, I love it - ow! - I'm going to cum!"
His hand slid in under me and hsi fingers started to massage my clit and the swollen flesh around it.
"Really? So you like a little action behind?"
I didn't reply because I was so busy enjoying the mixed sensations of pleasure and pain and shame coursing through my body, and moments later I again trembled in an all time orgasm. This one was deep, and intense, and longer than any I could remember having, and left me nearly unconscious. I could feel the dildo slide out of my ass and the thing that brought me back to attention was another slap, and then another, on my by now pink ass cheeks. Peter didn't intend to let me slack off, obviously.
"Hey, no time to sleep, beauty. We're still going to fuck."